A  precious little girl walks into a pet smart shop and  asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two  missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"

As  the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his  knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do  you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft  and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute  widdle bwown wabbit over  there?" 

 
She,  in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands  on her knees, leans  forward and says, in a tiny quiet  voice, "I  don't think my python weally gives a  thit."